Chapter 20: Monster in the Hiding

Chapter 20: Monster in the Hiding

Chapter 20

Monster in the Hiding

Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Sylas woke up back in the library, slumping in the chair and sighing. There were more and more things appearing that put an extra shaft in his plans. He was yet to find a way to get Baron on their side, then there was the whole murderer-in-the-walls business, and now there was also him and the sword and his feeble attempt to learn it. Additionally, due to the event with Captain Tenner, now he couldnt even move out of this loop since that, effectively, became his training.

There was one extra thing, however, that he had to test: whether his body reset after each loop. If it didnt, then he could just simply spam this one week indefinitely until he bulked up to the point of becoming a superman. His gut feeling told him, though, that he wasnt that lucky. Chances were that everything restarts with the reset except his memory. This meant that he could practice techniques and build up muscle memory, but not the muscles themselves.

Hoodwinking the Prince for who-knows-which-time, Sylas decided to take things one at a time: for the next few loops, he settled on training and, in the process, testing whether the bulking of the body stayed. He went over to the training grounds day after day, and then loop after loop, meeting the Captain whod always give similar pointers, but progressively expansive ones as Sylas began utilizing sword just a wee bit better.

You are too hunched! Stand up!

Pull your non-dominant leg back and use it as an anchor!

Your dominant leg isnt just a tool for walking! Use it as a distraction!

Dont pull the sword that far back! Most of the forward momentum gets lost!

Dont swing so widely! Youre leaving too many openings!

Get a better grip on the handle!

Dont posture!

Build some muscles!

Build some muscles!

Build some muscles!

BUILD. SOME. MUSCLES!

In the end, Sylas began hearing build some muscles even in his dreams. Nonetheless, as his gut suspected he couldnt just loop his body into shape. With each time he ended his life and went back to the dawn after the invasion, his body would, too, go back to that day. This included strength, stamina, flexibility effectively every physical aspect of the body was reset. The only thing that stayed was the training, though how effectively he could do it with a much weaker body was suspect.

"Uh I'm I'm super-spooked?" Sylas' absolute lack of reaction seemed to shock and stun the manthe supposedly named Farseew.

W-who are you?! How is it possible that you did not hear of my vaunted name?!! Were you born in another world entirely?! fuck, first guess and this guy gets it! Damn, hes smart.

I am above mortal matters, Sylas said, realizing it was time to bid farewell to this timeline and go back to before he nearly shat his pants watching a normal man transform into a shadow-encrusted, black-eyed monster. For, you see, I am a Prophet! And, as a Prophet, I must tell you I really have no fucking idea who you are! But, I promise you, I will learn! I mean, I have some other stuff to take care ofto be fair, you did land on my plate fairly latebut, eventually, Ill get to you! It was, uh Fekme, right?

IT IS FARSEEW, YOUYOUYOU PATHETIC HUMAN!

Wow, that was lame.

I WILL KILL YOU!! I WILL RIP YOUR INNARDS AND FEAST ON THEM!!!

what are you doing?! the man asked seeing Sylas bend forward.

Well, you said youll kill meIm just helping you along. Go ahead. Chop chop chop. Time is of the essence, as they say. Cmon. Chop me head off so we can both go our merry ways!

Youre the lamest Fekme Ive ever heard of, nothing lamer exists from the far west to the far east to

THIS ONES VAUNTED NAME IS FARSEEW! BE PERISHED, PUNY HUMAN!

Chop.

You have died.

New Dawn save point initialized.

New quest discovered: Monster in the Hiding

Discover the story of Regent Lord Farseew the Horrible

Reward: hint toward subjugating him